Poetry · volume 1
Distracted
FracturedPulled in a million directionsFragmentedAttached at the hipTo a lack of attachment Can’t figure it out, can’t fit itYou’ve intentionally complicated the designAnd I can see right through itI’m sighing as I’m deciphering the signs Try and tease it out,Make it lingerMake it lastMake it realer than it is Make it lastOr don’t,Just fucking focus.